Two snow-white steeds pulled the blackbark chariot. Their
ice-colored eyes shone with hate and their lips curled in rage. Barbed, black
armor covered their chests and head while their legs were protected by an ebony,
metal skirt. They walked in step; their hellmetal shod feet sparking on the wet
ground.
The man who held their reins wore easily a suit of black
armor that would have hobbled any other man, such was its size and weight. The
face of his helm was a grinning skull, a grin which matched the one he bore on
his face, and topped by fire.
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